Within his mynde and secrete conscience
Agaynst hymselfe suche one gyueth sentence
Howe god ryght iuge, by rightwyse iugement
Shulde hym rewarde with worthy punysshement
The enuoy of Barklay to the Folys.
Ye clerkes that on your shulders here the shelde
Unto you graunted by the vnyuersyte.
Howe dare ye auenture to fyght in cristes felde
Agaynst synne, without ye clere and gyltles be
Consyder the Cocke and in hym shall ye se: